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WAR I had forgotten about it the next day, and pulls it out accidental when Jon and me is together.

"Why, daddy, where did you get that?" yells Jon, taking it from me. "No wonder we're under suspicion!"

It was a brass button with C. S. A. stamped on it.

"Well," says I, "there have been plenty of Confederate soldiers at about the place where I found it, more than once."

"Or," says Jon, "some Union soldier may have sewed it on his coat in place of one with U. S. A. on it. Or, one of them might even have been wearing a Confederate coat. They do such things."

I was looking at it then.

"It's bran' new, Jonthy," says I.

"No," says Jonathan, "not new."

"That's rust—from the wet grass."

"Well," laughs Jonathan, "Old Suspicious, what's the answer?"

"You don't think Evelyn might have 160